Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.